Thought I would share a funny story. Looking at the old pictures of the interior of the sanctuary helped me remember. My mom used to take me to choir practice on Tuesday evenings. I was probably 8 or 9 years old at the time. I would play games and crawl between the pews. I was given strict instructions not to be seen or heard so as not to interrupt the choir practice. Well, these were the days of the Davey Crockett coonskin caps. I took my coonskin hat with me to choir practice. I went up into the balcony and crawled on my hands and knees to the front row. As the picture shows, there were "modesty curtains" hanging on the balcony railing of the first row, presumably to cover the lady's knees. No one saw me sneak to the first row. As the choir was singing, I took the tail of the coonskin hat and stuck it below the curtain so it was visible to the choir. I drug it along the balcony and it looked like an animal was in the building. Needless to say, it caused quite a stir. Everyone was pointing, laughing, and it pretty much upset the practice. There was one woman who knew what was going on, and that was my mother. She was not laughing. It was the most fun I ever had at choir practice.